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“I’m not trying to spy on him.” I took a deep breath, trying to explain my intentions clearly. “I just want to make sure you’re safe, and to be honest, an Alpha who cherishes his Omega wouldn’t hurt her.” I paused, tamping my emotions and focusing on the mission. “If you can tell me anything about where he goes or who he’s been talking to, it might help me figure out what he’s up to.” Standing, I approached her, trying to gauge her response.

“I understand if you can’t trust me since you don’t remember me, but please know that I’m here to help you, Frannie. I care about you and want to make sure you’re okay.” As I finished speaking, she gripped the handle.

“I think it’s time for you to leave,” she said firmly.

Feeling defeated, I nodded, but before I could leave, I raised my gaze to her once more.

“I don’t have any right to ask you for anything, but please, if there’s anything you can do to help me, I would really appreciate it. I’m in a tough spot and don’t know who else to turn to,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion. “Axel has hurt my friends.”

She paused, considering my words. Then, with a sigh, she glanced my way.

“I don’t know why I’m going to share this, but something about you makes me want to believe you. Anyway, Don’s funeral is tomorrow, and Axel will be there.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “That’s all I know.”

At the mention of Don’s name, memories flooded back to me—memories of Axel stabbing him right in front of us. The lump in my throat grew bigger, and a tremor ran down my spine. A sudden urge to confide in her, to tell her everything that had happened, flared over me. Before I could gather my thoughts, she walked into her room and shut the door, leaving me standing outside in the corridor.

Part of me wanted to barge back in and tell her everything, but I knew it was too risky. If she told Axel I’d visited her, it could put her in worse danger.

With a heavy heart, I turned and rushed down the corridor, my mind racing with thoughts of Frannie. I took some solace that, for now, she was alive and safe, which was more than I could have hoped for in this dangerous game we were playing.

Fifteen

ASPEN

“She’s sleeping with that asshole! And he’s hurting her, giving her bruises,” Trinity spat, still fuming, pacing in our living room. “Will she hate me if we have to get rid of Axel? I mean, we have to, right?” She stared at me for an answer, emotions glistening in her eyes.

“She’ll forgive you,” I reassured her softly, hoping to ease her worries. But as she paced back and forth in the room with her hands wrapped tightly around her middle, I knew her anxiety ran deeper than just her guilt.

She huffed in response.

I recalled reading when someone experienced shock, they were unable to process what was happening to them. Seeing Trinity deal with the pain of it all was hard to watch. I had never been one for grand romantic gestures, but my love for Trinity was endless. I’d put my life on the line to protect her, walk on fire, sacrifice myself without hesitation… whatever it took.

My mind wandered to Viper and Shadow, who were out scouting the funeral place for us. I wished they were here to help calm Trinity’s nerves, but sometimes, the best way to deal with trauma was a distraction.

So, I got up and wandered into the bathroom, knowing that Daniel kept all kinds of pampering things back in our mansion, so I might be lucky here. As I knelt down, looking under the bathroom cabinet, I sifted through the tubes and containers, and my hand brushed against a small blue bottle. Intrigued, I picked it up and examined the label. It was massage oil with a soothing coconut scent.

I imagined using the oil to give Trinity a massage. I had always loved her strong nature, but it was moments like these—when she was vulnerable and in need of support—that made me fall even more in love with her.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear Trinity behind me until her voice broke through my musings.

“Aspen, what are you doing?” she asked, her eyes flickering with curiosity as I glanced at her over my shoulder.

“I found this in the cupboard.” I held up the bottle of massage oil. “I thought it might help you relax a little.”

A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she took the bottle from me, examining it closely.

“That’s actually really sweet of you,” she purred, her voice softening with gratitude. “It says it’s mostly coconut oil and good for every part of the body or if consumed.” She grinned mischievously, sending my cock into a twitch.

Getting to my feet, my heart was beating faster as I took in the way the soft light from the bathroom illuminated her beautiful features and lit up her pink hair. For a moment, I was lost in the depths of her eyes, feeling the intensity of the emotions that swirled between us.

Trinity’s gaze lit up as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine in a hungry kiss that left my heart racing and my cock hard with arousal.

“So, you were planning on just massaging my shoulders?” She batted her eyes at me wickedly.

“Well, I wouldn’t want the oil to go to waste,” I said with a grin, leaning in closer to her, pressing my face into her hair, breathing in her orange blossoms fragrance.

“And what makes you think I want a massage?” she teased.

I shrugged. “Just a hunch,” I muttered, pulling back and offering her a wink.

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